The Crying Game
The single life: All the late nights with their pseudo-philosophical discussions about nothing until 4 a.m. and waking up hung over only to do it all again, wishing all the time for that special someone to relate to and give life meaning. Then, when they claim they weren't looking for it, they fall for it and dupe someone else into going out and then somehow trick them into staying. No more 4 a.m. conversations. No more single friends. Suddenly, quaint Christmas parties with other couples replace late-night bar-hopping and keg parties. No sooner than this gets cozy--marriage and the next inevitable step, childbirth--and it seems life is complete, when really "life" belongs to someone else. The late nights are back again, but now a minivan is parked in the driveway.
Now the so-called social group consists of other parents, but where's the social part really? Nobody goes out; who has the time? Plus there's the little one crying all the time: in the restaurant, on the airplane or anywhere else that is public. And the only people who understand are in the same boat, but too tired and too busy to be sympathetic. Well, someone else understands. Someone other than Grandma, that is. Each Tuesday and Wednesday at 11:45 a.m. the Angelika Film Center and Bellini Baby Boutique present Cry Baby Matinees, a series of matinee films specially offered for frustrated parents.
Hissy fits be damned: Parents can at least relax in the knowledge that they are in good company. Here crying, screaming, jumping, running and, yes, even breastfeeding are the norm. The theater keeps the lights dimmed and the volume low and even provides a baby-changing table. This week, the theater shows My Big Fat Greek Wedding, a light, comedic, romantic film about--what else?--marriage and family. Can you relate?
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